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Angel of the Darkness
by The Chesire Cat
Part 1
Angel was on his way to meet Buffy. They had finally put their pride aside and admitted how they feel about each other. Tonight was supposed to be their first official date. Not that slaying demons together wasn't quality bonding time, but it wasn't so high on the romance scale. Angel began to walk faster, not wanting to be late. After all, Buffy was not the type of girl to be kept waiting.
Angel halted and turned around as the usual sounds of the night ceased. He prepared to fight whatever was obviously following him, but he was too late. A club connected with the back of his head, leaving him unconscious. They dragged him to the sewer entrance, ruining the designer suit he'd bought just for tonight, and handed him to others waiting there. He was then dragged through a weave of tunnels to a place two very "special" individuals called home.
Buffy was growing very impatient. She was young, in love, her hormones were in overdrive, and Angel was late. She began thinking about how badly she was going kick his butt when she recognized two vampires coming her way. She was about to fight them, but they stopped and raised their hands in as peaceful a gesture vampires were capable of.
"We did not come to fight you this night, slayer. Our job is just to deliver a message," said the one with long black hair. He might have been handsome were his true nature not currently revealed.
"Ooh, right. I'm sure you just wanna be friends. Since when? We fight, I kill you, and that's how it's always gonna be."
"We speak the truth," confirmed the second, a female who looked to have been about forty when she was turned, "We will meet in battle soon enough. Our message is this, Spike has Angel. He will be constantly moved so don't bother looking for him. In three days time, he will be held at the abondoned church at Pine and 5th. Come alone. If you don't, Angel will die. If anyone else comes, he'll be killed before you even get past the first few. If you can kill Spike, you'll both live. If not....well I think you'll make a lovely vampire."
Buffy didn't even move as they left. She just stood there, staring out into space, until some people passing her brought back to her senses. She went home as fast as she could. She had to save Angel, and three days was not a lot of preparation time.
Angel came to several hours later. The sun was rising above ground, but it really didn't matter where he was. He was in the Master's old layer, and from the look of it, someone was redecorating. There were rock band posters hung up everywhere, and a large stereo system was set up next to the throne. On the shelf where the Master had stored his spellbooks and components, CD's, tapes, and records now sat. It wasn't too hard to figure out who had decided to take up residence here.
"Good! Your awake and admiring the personal touches I've been putting on the place," announced Spike as he walked in...alone. Not that he needed anyone. Angel was securely bound, and even vampires have limitations.
"What do want, Spike? If you want a fight, untie me. Otherwise, just go ahead and kill me. It's better than listening to that ego of yours gloat."
"You wound me deeply," Spike replied while making the hurt face he could, "Is that what you think I want? No, no, no, Angeles, or should I call you my 'Angel of the Darkness.' That's what you were called when we met, and you sired me. Although, I admit the name sounds better in the original French."
"What are babbling about?"
"Don't pretend you don't remember. That bitch gypsy who cursed you restored your soul. She didn't wipe out your memory. Don't you ever think about those days. We met, you sired me, and we became lovers. It was just a few decades before you sired Drusilla. Remember how jealous I was when I found out about her, and then, we all became lovers. We were such a happy trio. What I want is to become that trio, again. I want you back with us."
Angel was at shocked. He certainly hadn't expected this, but he should have. He leaned his head back against the wall and remembered how this all began.
Just outside Paris, 1782...
Angel was in his luxurious carriage. He was travelling at night, as usual. It had been twelve years since he'd become a vampire, but he still enjoyed some human things. He liked nothing more than going to a party at night where all the rich and aristocrats would be gathered. He always enjoyed feeding on those foolish mortals who thought their money could protect them from anything, even death. He would use his pretty face to turn the heads of both men and women. Throughout the night, he would feed on roughly ten humans. Everyone would get so drunk, it would be several days before the smell was noticed.
Suddenly his driver stopped. Angel was quite irrtated. He wanted to be home within a couple of hours. He didn't live too far out of Paris. He liked it that way. He could feed, party, and be home just before dawn. He knew his driver wouldn't stop without good cause. Angel had made that very clear when he had hired the man.
Angel stepped out of his comfortable ride to see what was wrong. A time of bandits were fighting some armed soldiers of France. Only two soldiers were left standing. One was a grey haired veteran. The other was a blond youth. Four bandits surrounded them. This was certainly eterntaing, but his driver shouldn't have stopped. Angel turned to see his driver, at sword point being threatened by two other rogues. They apparently thought to kill the soldiers and rob an obviously wealthy carriage this night, but they had not taken into account who was the passenger. Angel smiled and drew his sword.
The two harassing his driver died first. They were too shocked upon seeing an aristacrat brat fighting to put up much sport. Next Angel turned to the others. Two of the other four were dead, but the old vet had also fallen. The young man was a skilled fighter, but he was losing. A sword slipped through and cut his left flank, and he fell. Angel killed one thief immediately, but he let the other one live longer. It was obvious he was toying with the man. Both fighters were about equal in skill, but Angel had the enhanced endurance, speed, and strength of a vampire. Soon, the last highwayman died.
Angel looked down at the wounded lad. He was quite beautiful. It was a shame to let such a healthy young man die, at least before Angel had some fun. He effortlessly picked him up and placed him in the carriage, ignoring the blood staining the silk cushions.
They arrived at his home one hour before the sun rose. The servants were instructed to care for him during the day. They really didn't need Angel to add the threat that if the young man died, whoever was responsible (and someone would be blamed) would share his fate. Done, Angel retired to his windowless bedroom and slept the day away.
Angel rose ten minutes after dusk. He bathed and dressed. Satisfied with his appearance, Angel went to greet his guest. Angel walked past the servants without saying a word. He walked into the guest room and inspected his prize.
He was sleeping peacefully. A sweat had matted his short, blond hair to his scalp. He looked about twenty, Angel's age when he was turned. He had beautifully proportioned features. It wouldn't be hard for someone to fall for him, but his beauty was still second to Angel's own. He was just the type Angel went for when looking a male companion. Angel liked both men and women, but each sex had a very different appeal to offer Angel. The boy's skin was pale due to the blood loss, but at least he wasn't in shock. Still, the wound was serious. He would probably die from it, and Angel couldn't allow this attractive fruit to spoil without him tasting it, especially after seeing the energy the boy had in battle. If you could be that tirless in battle, how tireless could you be in bed? Angel made his descision, he would make him a vampire, but, first introductions were in order.
Angel gently shook the boy. A moan escaped his lips, as Angel's prodding caused a little blood to leak through the fresh bandages. The boy's eyes fluttered open and were greeted with the face of his unknown saviour.
"Who do I owe my life to?"
"No one. It has not yet been saved. You will most likely die if drastic measures are not taken," Angel stated calmly. "But introductions are in order. What is your name, boy?"
The youth wrinkle his nose in irritation. He obviously was insulted by being called boy by someone who looked no older than himself, but he held his tongue. After all, this man had saved his life.
"I am Alexander, but most call me Spike. Don't ask to hear the story behind that. I would like to know the name of my host."
"I am Angeles."
The boy cocked an eyebrow at the name. It was unusual. Truthfully, he'd never met anyone with that particular name.
"Do you want to live?"
Spike nodded in response.
"Then, it is time for those drastic measures."
Upon saying those words, Angel covered Spike's mouth and bit into his throat. Spike stuggled and tried to scream, but it was no good. He was weak already, and Angel was one of the undead. Angel drained Spike to the point where he would die in less than a minute before breaking away. Angel quickly bit into his wrist and held it to Spike's mouth.
Spike knew nothing but the thirst. He didn't think as he drank vampiric blood. All he knew was the thirst had to be quenched. He drank and drank, until Angel pulled away. Spike lay still as the fire spread throughout him. He couldn't even scream from the pain. In fact, what he felt wasn't fire but blood. The vampire blood was devouring what little human blood he had left, becoming dominant. As it changed his cells it affected him in other ways. The seeds of evil and corruption within all humans grew in Spike. They grew so fast, they devoured Spike's soul and replaced it with a demon's spirit. In moments, Spike was physically, mentally, and spiritually a vampire.
He looked up at Angel and saw his true face before Angel's beauty returned. Spike knew he looked similar to Angel's previous visage and instinctively willed his own beauty back. They just stared at each other for a time. Neither one moved, until Angel kissed Spike.
Two pairs of hungry lips pressed against each other. Two tongues did battles in foreign mouths. This was not the gentle kiss of human love. It was the passion and lust of vampire love. After ten minutes, they broke away. Spike looked a little ashamed when he made a confession to Angel.
"Angeles....I've...I'm....I haven't...."
Angel couldn't believe it, a virgin! Spike was a virgin! It was indeed a surprise. It couldn't be from lack of oppurtunity. This one could easily have had whores offer themselves for free to him. It wasn't lack of passion either. Angel had just seen proof of that. Well, this would be an interesting experiance. Angel would teach this boy everything he knew. Spike would be his protege in everything, even in bed.
"Do not fear. I will teach you everything. I will teach you the pleasures of men and women, the thrill of the hunt, how to fight, how to kill. You have a pretty face. It's almost as nice as mine. I will teach you to use it, as well, for it can be your greatest weapon, but first, I will you the way to pleasure another man in bed. Just follow my lead."
Spike nodded and gave control to Angel. He shivered as Angel kissed his neck, tracing a path to his left nipple. When Angel reached his destination, he began undoing the hindering bandages, which were no longer needed. In a minute, Spike's smooth, whole, muscled flesh was revealed. Angel leaned down and began to kiss and suck Spike's pink nipples. As Spike moaned, Angel proceeded to gently nip at them, causing them to harden.
Now, Angel worked his way down to Spike's crotch. He cupped the hardening member in his hand and licked it from head to base. Angel even began licking at Spike's balls. Fully hard, Angel took Spike's eight inches in his mouth. Slowly, each inch disappeared. Angel took care to protect the sensitive organ from his teeth. He sucked and worked his tongue on it as he began thrusting it in and out of his throat. That was one advantage vampires' really had over humans, since they didn't need to breathe, they could give the best blowjobs. Spike was overcome with pleasure. He unknowingly began to rub the back of Angel's head speeding him on. After five minutes, Spike's previously untouched cock shot its load. Stream after stream of the salty liquid filled Angel's mouth, and he swallowed it all.
Angel pulled back as Spike became half hard. He leaned up and kissed Spike, allowing him to taste his own seed residue in Angel's mouth. Youth was truly Spike's. After the kiss, he was fully hard, again. Angel smiled and climbed onto the bed with him. He indicated his own hard member and motioned to Spike.
Spike took the silent direction and began repeating what Angel had done to him. He kissed Angel's throat but tried to be more creative in the pattern that led him to each pink nipple. Once they had become firm, Spike trailed his kisses ever downward, paying extra attention to the six pack of Angel's chiseled body. He started licking, fondling, and kissing his manhood as Angel had just moments ago done to him. Next, he sucked Angel's nine inches of cock. He lacked the techniques that only came with experiance, but his youthful energy made up for it. While he sucked, Spike began stroking himself.
"Don't do that."
"What?" Spike asked. He pulled away from the cock near his face, so he could see Angel's face.
"Don't play with yourself. I have more lessons for you tonight, and I need you to be hard for them. Besides, why waste cum on the bedcovers? I assure you, I'm more appreciative of the it."
Spike nodded, not knowing what to expect from his sire. He resumed sucking. Angel had been fucking constantly for years, so he held out for quite a time, but seeing his cock going in and out of the virgin mouth was too much. After twenty minutes, Angel placed his hands on the back of Spike's head to hold it still, while he emptied his nuts. Unable to pull away, Spike had no choice but to swallow. Angel's seed was salty and a little bitter, like his own.
As the last drop was swallowed, Spike's head was released. He looked up at Angel expectantly, anxious for more of these pleasurable lessons. Angel reached over for two pillows.
"Spike, you need to lay flat on the bed, face down, for this. I'm going to use one pillow to elevate your ass. The other is for your face. If you need to scream, scream into the pillow. You're a virgin at this, so it will hurt but only for a short while. You can take it, and after a couple of minutes, all you will know is the pleasure. Trust me. Just try to relax."
Spike nodded and got into position. Angel grabbed a container of oil he kept in all the nightstands for just such an occasion. He lubed himself up and worked some onto Spike's puckered opening. Seeing they were as ready as possible, Angel began to press forward through the resisting muscle. Spike let out a yelp of shock and continued growling as the burning continued. The generous lubrication helped, but it only went so far. Soon Angel was fully inside Spike. Spike was shaking from the pain, but he was doing a good job at not screaming. Angel waited for a few minutes, allowing Spike to adjust and himself to become familiar with the hot tight hole he was in.
The pain eventually lessened, and Spike stopped shaking. Angel began drawing out very slowly. He stopped when only the head was still inside. Then, with equal slowness, he pushed back in. Gradually, the pace quickened. The original pain Spike had almost completely dissolved to the pleasure. Each time Angel thrust in his cock hit Spike's prostate gland, sending tingles throughout his body. It wasn't quite the same as the orgasm he'd had in Angel's mouth, but it felt good none the less. Soon, Angel was furiously pounding away at Spike's ass. It was so tight, Angel couldn't hold out. He came long and hard, adding more lubricant to the oil. Angel collapsed on Spike's back and rested, letting their sweat mingle.
Spike moaned, and Angel remembered he'd told Spike not to play with himself. He must still be rock hard. Carefully, Angel removed his dick from the cluthing orifice. He grabbed the jar of oil and told Spike to roll over. Spike was about to get up, but Angel spoke.
"No. Just lie there on your back. I'm going to ride you."
Angel crept forward, until he and Spike were face to frace. Angel pushed on his chest and sat up. Straddling Spike's waist, Angel lubed up Spike's member and his own hole. He wouldn't be quite as tight as Spike's ex-virgin hole was moments ago, but Angel was still very tight and extremely hot. He slowly sank onto Spike's own spike and moaned with pleasure. Unlike a virgin, Angel didn't take long to adjust. Soon, he was bouncing up and down like a madman. Spike had already cum once, so he was able to hold out longer this time. He lasted for twelve minutes in Angel's insides before filling them up with his second load.
They both collapsed. They rested together for three hours, before Angel told Spike to get up. Spike frowned. It was obvious he wanted to stay in bed with Angel. Angel wanted to do just that, as well, but certain things had to be taken care of quickly.
"I don't see why we can't stay in bed."
"Believe me, I'd like that, too. Unfortunately, I have to prepare you."
"Prepare me? For what? I know we're not going to church."
Angel laughed. This one was indeed cut from the same cloth as Angel. After his laughter subsided, Angel grew serious.
"No. I need to teach you to survive. You have to learn how to fight, so you'll be able to face the slayer. I don't need to tell you that even vampires can die."
"What's a slayer?"
"Get dressed and meet me outside. I'll explain it all."
And so it began. In the months to follow, Angel trained Spike, until they were equals in a fight. They would raid small villages and camps with other vampires, leaving none alive. The other vampires were indeed cruel, but none were as viscious, as montrous as the pair. They were a perfect match, but even the best of lovers get the wanderlust. They took breaks from each other to travel and explore. It was during one of these breaks that Angel sired Drusilla, and during another, Angel was cursed by that old gypsy to have his soul and conscience restored, but those are separate tales.
Spike watched the emotions cross Angel's face as the memory hit him. He'd tried to shut all those memories out. He felt less guilt and pain that way. All those people were dead, because he'd been a monster. More were still dying, because he'd made Drusilla, Spike, and a few others.
"I see you do remember. You can't tell me you don't miss any of it."
Spike was right. He did miss some of it. He certainly didn't miss the killing, but the passion and wholeness he'd felt when the three of them were together was something else. Angel never thought he'd feel that completeness again, until he met Buffy. Maybe that's why he loved her, she made him feel the sense of being whole.
"You're right. I do miss the passion and the feeling of truly belonging, but that's all. I don't miss the killing or torture. I love Buffy, and what I was can never be, again."
"That's where you're wrong, man. I was digging through the Master's spells. I mean, he won't really be needing them. Among them, I found a certain ritual. It seems the curse that gypsy slut used had been done once before, so two thousand years ago, the Master created a counter spell. This ritual will cause the seed of darkness to consume you once, again. Then, you'll be back with us. How I've missed you," Spike said as he caressed Angel's cheek.
"Just do this ritual work?" Angel asked, the fear showing in his voice.
"Don't fear, balck heart. It's the pretty standard formula, the right components, the right alignments, and the proper chants. The only hard parts are the main ingrediants and the alignment. As for the alignment, it only occurs once every fifty years. It happens in three nights. As for the ingrediants, there's you, five other vampires have to be present, the sorcerer, that's me, some run of the mill stuff, and the blood of the slayer."
"Buffy?!" screamed Angel pulling at his bonds, but the chains held.
"Don't worry. You won't care about her after you're restored. In the event you still want her, the ceremony only calls for her blood, not her death. You can turn her, and our three becomes four."
"What makes you think you'll be able to beat her?"
"Oh, please! You know me. Hell! You taught me how to fight. In the last century, I've faced two of her kind. I won, they died. The only reason she didn't die that first fight was interference. She'll have to come alone this time. According to my message, I'll kill you if she doesn't come alone. I wouldn't really, but she thinks I will. The meeting place is where Drusilla will wait to bring her here. Imagine her shock when she finds out where she's really going to have to go. I'm told she doesn't have fond memories of this place."
Angel struggled as Spike left, but he couldn't get free. All he could do was sit and wait for Buffy to come, as Angel knew she surely would.
Part 2
Angel was awoken from his uncomfortable sleep with a kick to the ribs. He saw Drusilla standing over him. She was wearing her true face instead of the lovely one she had when she was mortal. She smiled that evil smile, as the madness danced in her eyes. Drusilla unlike Spike was completely insane. It might have hindered a mortal, but it only made her a more dangerous vampire.
"Good evening, my sweet. You and Spike have a nice talk? He's not here, gathering power. I'm still here. He wouldn't let play, but I can now."
"Dru, what are--**" Angel was cut short by a kick to face.
"Dolls should only speak at tea time and only when spoken to. I'm playing now. I'll talk, but first I've got to get my other toys."
From the corner Drusilla retrieved a corked bottle, a piece of barbed wire about a foot long, and cruelly curved dagger. She laid them out in front of Angel. Angel knew what all three were for. On the occasions when the Master didn't kill a vampire for failure, he used these objects to punish whoever failed. The wire and knife were obvious enough in their purpose, but the vial was something else. It contained holy water. Just a drop would cause a vampire to blister and burn where it hit. There wasn't enough to kill, but the pain would be excruciating.
"You know, Angel, I never thanked you. First, you turned me. Next, I became your lover. Then, you, Spike, and I joined up. We were happy. I was only that happy with the two of you or my parents. I wanted to tell them how happy I was, but you killed them."
Drusilla used the knife to cut away Angels shirt and jacket. Soon, he was naked from the waist up. She picked up the holy water and poured a drop on each nipple. They blistered and smoked, as Angel screamed. Dru smiled at his agony. They both knew he would heal in a few hours, but that only made Drusilla's smile grow wider.
"I heard you and Spike remebering you making him. Do you remember me?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me. I want to hear you say it!"
She poured some holy water down his back. Angel howled like the tortured animal he was. No human could fully understand the agony holy objects cause vampires. Angel knew it was best to please her quickly, because of her unpredictability. He quickly obeyed and remembered her creation. While he remebered the events, he spoke them aloud. Everytime he got to a part she didn't like, she poured some more holy water on him, but Angel continued. If he stopped, she would most likely dump the whole bottle on him.
England, 1831....
Angel was riding his favourite stallion through the country side. It was spirited and pure black. The horse was indeed as beautiful as the night itself, the night which Angel was currently enjoying. He must be careful not to ride too far. He always made sure his coach was no more than an hour away. The day was not a time for vampires to go riding through the country. Spike came upon a small farm. It was very close to the town Spike was supposed to meet him at in two weeks. Angel smiled at that image. He hadn't seen Spike in five years. He was looking forward to it, but in the meantime, he had to find some amusement, and this place would do.
Angel rode up to the door and knocked loudly. It wasn't that late, but he hated to have to knock twice. A fearful old farmer opened the door. He had a club in hand but put it away upon seeing Angel's expensive silk clothes.
"Milord, what are ye doin' travlin' this hour?"
"I am searching for an inn where I am supposed to meet a friend of mine. I'm afraid I lost my way during the light. Do you know which direction the Inn of the Sleeping Cats is?" The name of the place was false, but Angel's tale wasn't a total lie. He was meeting Spike soon.
"I know of no such place, milord. I 'aven't left this farm since me birth, but me brother might know. 'e'll be back 'morrow."
"Such rotten luck. Might I trouble you to sleep here and wait for his return. He should at least be able to help me get my sense of landmarks down. I assure, I can pay."
Angel handed the man a few gold coins. It was nothing compared to Angel's true fortune, but it was obviously more money than this poor farmer had ever seen. He put the money in his dirty pockets and ushered Angel in.
Angel entered the small house and saw the rest of the man's family. They slept in one large common room, separated by hanging sheets. There were five of them, the old farmer, his wife, his two sons, and their daughter. The younger son was sent to see to his horse. As he sat down, Angel examined each of them. The wife wasn't pretty, but she was plump and strong, ideal for her life. The sons looked about twenty and twenty-two. Neither one was handsome, despite the muscular bodies farm work had given them. The daughter was the only interesting one. She looked to be just over eighteen and very lovely. She was dirty like the rest, but no amount of grime could hide her fine features. If she were cleaned up, Angel might really have some fun with her.
They all looked at him in awe. The wife tried to bring him some food and drink, but Angel politely declined. This earned her an angry stare from her husband. Angel was quickly becoming bored and decided to make his move. He felt the lining of his jacket to make sure he still had the antidote. Next, he reached for the skin of poisoned wine.
"There is a custom in my family. When we are in another's home, my family share's a drink of our own wine with the owner and all his family. I would be quite insulted if you refused. Will you drink with me?"
The old man nodded eagerly. His wife quickly brought six clay cups, obviously her best. Angel poured the wine, giving himself the smallest ammount. The less wine in the cup, the easier it was to pretend to drink. He lifted his cup in a toast, and they drank. Unused to such fine drink, the peasants gulped it down. Within minutes, they passed out. The poison wouldn't kill them for hours, but it began working almost immediately.
Angel decided to just let the poison kill the man and his wife. The children were another matter. He went to the eldest son first. Forcing some antidote down his throat, Angel saw the boy stir. He sank his teeth into his neck and drank the boy's wine. Once drained, Angel repeated the act on the second son. As he finished, he looked up into the eyes of the daughter. She didn't drink as much as the others, so she remained awake. She would still die from the poison, but it would take longer.
"What is your name, girl?"
"Drusilla."
"Well, Drusilla, I have gifts for you."
"Dolls? I always liked dolls. Papa 'ated em, but 'e's dead now. Why?"
Angel stared into her eyes. The girl was obviously in shock, possibly mad. She'd die as human in this state, but as a vampire, she could be a force to be reckoned with. Angel fed her the anti-toxin and scooped her up. He sat her up on his horse and joined her.
They rode to a nearby spring. Angel began undressing and instructed her to do the same. She looked at him strangely but obeyed. Taking her hand, he guided her into the water. It was warm due to the natural gas underground. He helped her wash, until the grime which had covered her was gone. Now that she was clean, the fun could begin.
Angel rubbed her exposed cunt. Drusilla moaned faced him.
"What are you doin'?"
"Teaching you game, pretty one."
"This isn't like any game I know.
"You'll like it. Want to stop?"
Drusilla shook her head and urged him on. Angel continued by sinking to his knees. He began licking and sucking her clit. Dru's moans grew, until she screamed in orgasm. Satisfied she was excited enough for penetration, he stood and got behind her. With one hand keeping the aim of his hard member steady and the other on her hip, Angel pushed in. He broke the natural seal of her tight cunt and only stopped when he felt she couldn't take anymore at the moment. With about three inches still out, Angel began pumping into her. Drusilla moaned, unused to this forbidden pleasure. She quickly had several orgasms, and with each climax, Angel was able to go further. Soon with each thrust, all nine inches were swallowed by Dru's second mouth. After twenty minutes, they screamed and climaxed together. Drusilla's juices dripped down her leg, and Angel's seed filled her womb.
Still inside her, Angel bit Drusilla's throat. He drained more than half her blood before pulling away. He slashed his wrist and held it to Drusilla's mouth. She drank eagerly. She was so consumed with drinking, Angel had to use force to pull his wrist away. She had taken more than she'd given. If Angel hadn't fed on her brothers, he'd be weak from blood lost.
"Come, Drusilla. We must go."
"Home?"
"A new home."
"Why can't I go home? I want my dolls."
"You won't survive there. You are a vampire now. The light of the sun would come through the holes in the roof and kill you."
"Will my hair fall out?"
"Never. You'll always be young and beatiful. Vampires don't grow old."
Drusilla reached down to pick up her filthy dress, but Angel stopped her. He pulled a long cloak out one of his saddle bags and told her to leave the rag.
"But I can't wear this. I need a dress."
"I'll be you beautiful dresses in the town we're going to."
"And dolls?"
"Yes. I'll lots of dolls."
They rode off together towards Angel's coach. The next night they arrived in town. Angel heard a story how a farmer's brother killed the rest of his family last night. He pleaded his innocence, but the magistrate had him hung. Angel paid some shops to stay open during the night and kept his promise. He bought Drusilla many delicate dolls and divine dresses. They arrived at the inn, and Angel asked Drusilla a question she'd never heard.
"Do you want to share my room, or do you want your own?"
"My own?"
"Yes. Do you want to sleep in my bed, or do you want your own private bed?"
"I've never 'ad my own room. The 'ouse was too small. I want my own for me and my dolls. Are we going to live here now?"
"No. We're waiting for Spike, a friend of mine. He's like us."
Angel paid an outrageous amount of coin for two windowless rooms and complete privacy during the day. They went out together and Angel picked up a whore when no one was watching. They drained her together. During the day the slept, and at night they fed and fucked, but things were about to change. Spike would arrive soon...
Drusilla poured more holy water on Angel's chest, interrupting his memory with pain and screams. She smiled and put the bottle down. She picked up the barbed and was about to bring it down across Angel's burned chest, but Spike walked in.
"Dru, stop! You promised you wouldn't do this!"
"But I was just playing."
"Dru, we agreed not to do this. We need Angel healthy for the ceremony. Afterwards, he'll be his old self, again. We want back. Remember how it was when the three of us met?"
Drusilla smiled and nodded. She was having a clearer moment and the memory came to her. It was a wonderful time for Spike, Drusilla, and the old Angel ...
Spike rode up to the inn. His horse was a duplicate of Angel's own. At first the stableboy thought he'd stolen Angel's, until he saw the other black stallion still in its stall. Spike dismounted and entered the inn. He'd ridden on ahead, anxious to see Angel. His carriage would arrive in a few hours.
He walked up to the innkeep and inquired as to Angel's whereabouts. The innkeeper was reluctant to say which room Angel was in, so Spike gave him a handful of gold. The man licked his lips and told Spike the room. Spike practically leapt up the stairs and opened the unlocked door.
Angel was dressing and had yet to put on anything above his waist. Taking in the sight of his well defined chest, Spike entered.
"Hello, my beautiful Angel."
"Spike!"
The two embraced fiercely. Spike would have easily dragged Angel to the bed and fucked him with the door still open, but Angel stopped him. He had a serious look in his eyes, Spike wasn't sure he liked.
"Spike, we need to talk. Then, we can rip each other's clothes off."
"Will I like this talk?"
"I think you'll her."
"Her?!"
"Drusilla."
Spike wasn't sure how to react. He knew he and Angel would certainly have affairs when not together, but he'd never had to share him when they were together. Uncertainty became anger and jealousy. Spike had never been good at deep emotions other than passion, so these came easily to him.
"How could do this?! You brought someone else in without even thinking of me! It's not like I mind it when we're travelling separately, but when we're with each other is a different story!"
Spike's emotions raged and his true face appeared. Angel shut the door before people saw what they really were. Staying calm, Angel walked over to Spike.
"You weren't there, Spike. Look, why don't you meet her first? If you don't like her, I'll figure something out. If you do, our fucking will be threesomes from now on."
"What makes you so sure I'll like her?"
"I do. She's quite mad and has a huge mean streek in her. I guess she reminds me of us. If she stays, she'll always have to travel with one of us. She's perfect as a vampire, but I don't think she'd last in the mortal world without someone with her. Her madness needs a "delicate" touch to control it."
Spike mumbled something Angel wasn't sure he really wanted to hear, but if the roles were reversed, Angel would probably have acted the same way. He shook his head, motioned for Spike to follow, and walked out of the room. They arrived at Dru's door, and Angel knocked.
"Come in."
Spike and Angel walked in and quickly shut the door. Drusilla was naked, sitting on the bed, and brushing a doll's hair. Angel and Spike didn't really have anything against her being nude, but townspeople were known to. Although, most probably wouldn't mind. Drusilla was quite lovely.
"Dru, this is Spike."
"The other doll like us? Yes. I can feel your power in him, like me. I felt him when he was outside ten minutes ago," she said without even
Spike was too shocked to properly react. Angel was right. He liked her already. She was lovely, strong, arrogant, and mad. They would have to hunt together soon. Spike felt the need to test her cruelty before he could properly accept her into their circle.
With some urging, Dru dressed and they left. They walked arm in arm with Dru in the middle, until they reached the bad part of town. Drunks wondered out of bars in this area. It would be easy enough to catch one with her as the bait. Dru walked out in front, while they walked in the shadows.
In no time, a thief saw her rich dress. He walked over to her with the intention of robbing her, but seeing her pretty face, he got a better idea. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed her. As soon as he did, Angel knocked him out with a blow to the back. They dragged him to a nearby house the town avoided. It was abandoned and rumored to house the spirit of a murdered woman, who killed anyone in the house. It wasn't really haunted, so it was perfect for the use of the trio. Any screams heard would be thought to be the ghost.
They strung up the thief so tightly, his feet barely touched the ground. The rough rope cut into his wrist, as Angel shook him awake. He was young, but the rough day's worth of stubble made him look older. He was handsome, but the drink had taken beauty from Angel's favourite part, his eyes. He screamed, but the trio just laughed.
"Really, little doll. Why waste screams when I haven't begun?" Drusilla calmly asked.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a knife. The tough scum was crying, as she cut away all his clothes. Next, she pulled a candle from her bag. She lit it and held it to his left nipple. He screamed as the sensitive skin blistered and turned black. Once it was burnt crisp, Drusilla cut away the burnt flesh, letting his blood flow. Angel sucked where the nipple had been, feeding on the blood. She repeated the act on the other nipple, letting Spike feed. For her meal, she picked the knife back up and cut away his cock. She sucked on the hole , until the boy had no more blood. Dead, they left him there, still tied up.
As they arrived at the inn, Spike asked Drusilla if she wouldn't mind going to her room. He explained, he and Angel had to speak with each other and they'd join her soon. Angel and Spike walked into Angel's room.
"I like her."
"I thought you would."
"Just do me a favor. If you decide to do this again, let me meet whoever first. I don't mind sharing you with Dru, but I'm not sure how'd I'd like sharing you with someone else."
"Done."
They kissed and Spike began undoing Angel's clothes. Their tongues worked furiosly as buttons came undone.
"Dru will feel left out," announced Angel.
"Let's take to her room, then."
They walked in to see Drusilla expectantly watching the door. She smiled and stood up. Her dress slipped away, leaving her nude. Her perky breasts screamed for attention, and Spike and Angel were all too happy to deliver. They took turns sucking on her nipples and each others' tongues.
Somehow, they all managed to get undressed and onto the bed. Spike got onto Dru and easily slid into her tight heat. He was furiously thrusting, as he felt Angel's lubed cock pressing against his asshole. Angel entered Spike, and they became one writhing, moaning beast. Each thrust in time with the other. The feeling was too much for all of them. They came together in a great scream.
This was far from the end. During the rest of the night, they tried almost every possible position. When it was finally time to sleep, just ten minutes before sunrise, Angel got Spike up and took him back to his room. There, Angel explained how Dru had lived before and how she liked her own room. Wrapping themselves around each other, they fell asleep in Angel's bed. This was just their first night together as a trio, but it would be far from the last.
Drusilla left Spike and Angel alone. Spike knelt beside Angel and smiled.
"You know, we tried a lot of things, but I don't remember ever binding you. I must say, aside from the burns, this a very appealing picture. We'll have to try this as soon as the ceremony's done. Sorry about Dru. She's still pissed about her family, and then you had to turn good. I promise it won't happen, again. You know, she hasn't been the same without you, but she'll come around once you're back. She's not as strong as she was. She barely eats without you. If I didn't make her, she'd probably die of starvation."
Spike adjusted the angle of Angel's face and covered his mouth with his own. The kiss caused Angel to become hard despite his best attempts not to. Spike was aware of this and rubbed Angel's cock through his pants. Suddenly, Spike pulled back.
"Soon, baby, soon. This day's almost over. After it, we've only got two more days to wait. I really wish it would come sooner."
Buffy was in the library crying into Giles' shoulder as she told him what had happened. Willow and Xander sat opposite her, listening to the tale. They'd never seen Buffy so hurt and feeling so helpless. It hurt Xander to see her in pain, but a part of him was a little glad his rival for Buffy might be gone.
"I don't know what to do, Giles. I've never had to worry about him. I was always too busy worrying about myself getting attacked, and all I could think of while he was getting captured was how I was gonna kick his butt for being late. I should have known something was wrong, and now, he's being held suffering G-d only knows at Spike and Drusilla's hands. He's trapped, and it's all because of me."
"Now, we don't know that, Buffy," said Giles, trying to comfort her, "This doesn't fit with their usual pattern of attacks. Something not right."
"So, they changed tactics. Maybe, they got tired of failing to kill me."
"Before you do anything, let me check my books. There's something more than meets the eye. Perhaps now is the time for some sort of ritual. I'll need your help, Willow. Xander, help Buffy sharpen stakes. Something tells me she'll need as many as possible."
They both all nodded and went about their appointed tasks. It helped Buffy to concentrate on something physical. Soon, she'd stopped crying, and her usual determined look had returned. They continued like this the rest of the day and well into the evening.
Part 3
Seven hours to go. Seven hours until sundown. The time had passed relatively quickly for all. Spike and Drusilla were preparing for the ritual, while Buffy was preparing for the battle to come. In just seven hours, an event that might change them all forever was due to occur.
"Giles, found anything?" asked Buffy impatiently.
"The only references Willow and I have found are to an alignment of certain planets and stars. They form an ancient symbol of power with earth as the focal point, but I can't find any specific ceremony for it. It merely appears to be a magnifying lens for other ceremonies."
"So they are planning some kind spell."
"Yes, but as to what the ceremony is, I have no clue."
"Doesn't matter. This time, only one of surviving."
Buffy went back to sharpening the last of her stakes. Everyone with her had seen that look before. She meant to kill Spike at any cost. She was in a dangerous mood right now, so they all left her alone.
Spike and Angel were alone. Angel was still as secure as ever. Spike didn't want to risk anything, so the most Angel had had was a sponge bath. Even in this dissheveled state, Angel was as beautiful as ever, and Spike had not failed to notice. Spike was wearing ceremonial magician's robes as he walked over to his captive.
"Tonight's the night. Dru's already waiting in the cavern near the church where she'll meet Buffy. It's just you and me. You really should eat something."
"I won't kill."
"You don't have to."
Spike cut his own wrist and held it to Angel's lips. Angel drank for various reasons. One, he was so hungry. Two, he knew he needed to be strong for tonight. If he and Buffy were to have any chance for escape, Angel would need strength to fight.
Once Angel had drunk enough to ease his thirst, Spike pulled away. He smiled and caressed Angel's cheek as he had so many times past.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? I've got a surprise for you. Since Dru still likes having her own room, I got a king sized bed for us to share. Let me tell you, it was a pain in the ass to get it down here."
Spike stopped talking, as he noticed the bulge growing in Angel's pants. It really shouldn't have surprised him. Angel had always gotten horny after feeding. Spike smiled, as a thought entered his head.
"I don't think I can wait, baby. I need a preview," announced Spike.
Spike unzipped Angel's pants and let the nine hot inches out. He kissed and licked it at first, becoming familiar with Angel's cock. Angel couldn't even speak as slowly each inch disappeared into the hot mouth. Spike swallowed it all. He would pull back up to the head and then all of the dick would disappear. Spike repeated these long strokes, becoming faster and faster. Angel moaned lost in the pleasure. All thoughts of Buffy vanished. All he knew was the mouth around his member. His hips thrusts as much as the chains would allow, speeding the blowjob even further. With a scream, Angel shot his seed into Spike's mouth. Just like the old days, Spike didn't stop sucking. He swallowed every drop. When Angel's cum finally stopped flowing from his dick, Spike pulled back and looked at him.
Angel turned his head away in shame. He had just enjoyed a blowjob from Buffy's enemy, a creature of absolute evil, and he'd gone along with it. He knew no matter what, he'd never be able to look Buffy in the face, again.
"Feeling guilty?"
Angel remained silent.
"You won't after tonight. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to prepare all of the potion I can without Buffy here. No sense in taking any longer than needed."
Spike lit the flame under the cauldron and began to add a variety of objects to the liquid. Exotic spices that smelled sweet and bones and decaying flesh made for an interesting combinations of scents. Angel leaned back and waited for the night.
Buffy arrived at the church, just after sundown. She walked inside, expecting a horde of vampires to jump her. When none did, Buffy really got nervous. She pulled out a stake and rubbed it nervously. As she entered the main hallway, Buffy saw Drusilla waiting.
"Where is he?"
"Come with me."
"What to stop me from staking you, right now? Tell me where he is and maybe I won't."
"You kill me, the little doll dies."
Buffy clenched her jaw and lowered the stake, but she wouldn't put it away. She followed Drusilla down to the basement and the entrance to the tunnels under Sunnydale. Drusilla calmly walked in, but Buffy hesitated. She hadn't been down here since she battled the master. The paths were unfamiliar, but it wasn't hard to guess the destination. As a precaution, Buffy dropped a bead from her pocket every so often. In an emergency, she needed to know how to get out quickly.
They arrived at the familiar entrance to the lair and stepped inside. Before Buffy took ten steps, Spike dropped from the ceiling and hit Buffy from behind. She was stunned, and it was easy for the other twnety vampires there to carry her to the wall and chain her spread eagle. Spike knew Buffy was known for getting out of these jams, so he didn't want to give her any opening.
"Welcome Buffy. I'm so glad you could make it."
"Are you?" Buffy asked, recovering from the blow.
"Why, yes. You see without you, this wouldn't be possible."
"What wouldn't?"
"The ritual that resores Angel to his full vampire nature, mind, body, and no soul."
Buffy went pale, as the words hit her. Their interest wasn't her, it was Angel. She'd just assumed it was a trap to dispose of her.
"I see you understand, but do you want to know why I went to all this trouble?"
"Not really, but you're gonna tell me, right?"
"Well yes, but I thought I'd ask. You already know Angel sired Drusilla and myself, but did you know he was lover to both of us? That's right! Angel makes love to both men and women. He even was the one to take my virginity."
Buffy, for once, had nothing to say. This was a side of Angel she'd never heard of. She expected a lot of things from his past, but this wasn't one of them. Forcing herself to concentrate on the present, she turned back to Spike.
"So, what's my role here? The slayer sacrifice?"
"Oh please! Get real, Buffy. Not every ritual has a sacrifice. All I need is some of your blood. It's one of the key ingrediants to the elixir. When Angel drinks the potion on this night of power, he'll be my 'Angel of the Darkness' once more. Afterwards, he might even want you to join our little family. There's plenty of room in my king-sized bed."
Buffy nearly threw up at the thought. She wanted to kill Spike, not fuck him. She knew Angel probably felt worse as those words were said.
"It's showtime."
Spike lifted a curved dagger and goblet to Buffy's manacled hand. He cut the palm of her hand, and some blood fell into the cup. Spike walked it to the center of the room where a cauldron bubble with a lavender liquid. As she followed Spike with her eyes she saw Angel chained on the other side of the cavern. He was shirtless and looked like he'd been chained that way for some time. She would have stared longer, but Spike recaptured her focus. He emptied the blood into the potion and the liquid turned black.
"May the powerful, good blood of the slayer bring new evil!" Spike intoned, and his true face appeared.
"May it bring new evil!" echoed the others.
Spike walked over to Angel and took some blood in the same manner. He emptied it into the pot, as well. Lifting his arms to unseen sky, Spike continued his invocations.
"Great spirits of all that is putrid, gather here now! We, slaves to your dark will, call you! One of yours has been turned. With his blood we complete the poisonous medicine to restore him. Great KAKKAMMANUNU, bless this night with your black flames. Use of piece of the fallen to restore him. Consume his soul! Let the darkness return!"
"Let the darkness return!"
Buffy watched as black fire erupted from the bubbles. In a few moments, the flames died down. The liquid grew still and Spike dipped the cup into it. He carried the oily subtance towards Angel and knelt beside him. Buffy had never seen Angel looking so helpless or weak before.
"Drink, Angel. The potion must be taken before the moon sets, and it's already lowering into the sky. We don't have forever, but we will soon."
Angel refused to open his mouth. Spike was reaching to pry his mouth open, but an arrow shot his arm. It didn't do more than graze him, but the shock caused him to drop the goblet. He looked to the entrance and saw Giles holding a crossbow, as well as Willow and Xander.
"Kill them!" Spike screamed.
The other vampires rushed on the three. They were quickly subdued, but their distraction was all that was needed. Had Spike not been so consumed with restoring Angel, he might have noticed how slick Buffy's blood made her wrists. They were slick enough for her to slip out of her bonds. Buffy grabbed her discarded stakes and joined the fight. Five vampires fell. Spike covere Drusilla's escape. Once she was gone, he called down the corridors for his army. The heroes heard the noise of several vampires approaching. Even Buffy could only fight so many.
Buffy continued fighting, and the others freed Angel. As soon as he was free, the five made their hasty escape, following Buffy's trail. The other vampires arrived too late, but Spike sent them after them anyway.
"Find them. Kill them. Bring Angel back. If you can't do that, at least get rid of whatever markers Buffy must've left for those meddlers to follow."
Spike sat down, and Drusilla came back. She had been crying judging by the blood on her face. She looked puzzled when Spike smiled at her. She expected him to be upset.
"Angel's gone."
"We'll have another chance, baby."
"I can't wait another fifty years, Spike."
"You won't have to. I'm a terrible liar."
"But those dolls took him. I saw..." Drusilla confusedly protested.
"You don't understand. I gave them the impression that Angel had to drink tonight. Only the potion can be made this night. He can drink it anytime."
Drusilla smiled and looked at the nearly full cauldron of the stuff. It was as black as the night itself and held as many promises.
"C'mon, Dru. Let's put this stuff in jars and hide them all over the place. I don't like keeping it all in one place. We'll have to wait a while for their guards to drop, but it we'll. When it does, we'll recapture Angel and force some down his throat. C'mon, though. I want to do this fast and go to bed. This night has been tiring."
The group got above ground an hour before sunrise. It was just enough time for Angel to get home. Buffy thanked the others and walked with Angel. She knew he probably didn't want to, but they needed to talk.
"Angel...I.."
"It's alright. I understand you don't want to see me anymore."
"Is that what you think?" Buffy asked, shocked.
"You mean you do?"
"Ask Giles. I cried on his shoulder for hours. When I thought I'd lost you, I fell apart. It made me realize how much you mean to me."
"But...all I've done.."
"Is in the past. It's the person with me now I want."
"You don't know what happened down there."
"I don't care. Spike is monster. It's all just one more reason for me to kill him."
"But you don't know...."
"Listen to me. I don't care. What do I have to do? Kick your butt?"
"Probably."
"We can do that on our next date. Hopefully, it will be nice and boring."
"Well, if you want boring, invite Xander," Angel said with a grin.
Buffy laughed and kissed him. They'd arrived at his place,and the sky was getting light. He got inside closed the door. Buffy smiled and began walking home. If she hurried, she'd have enough time to shower and change before school started.
The End